I couldn't tell you exactly when it started really, so many things have happened since, but I can tell you how it ended.

Horribly.

The life I had known before my adventures into that damned cavern is completely gone- I gave it up for a life of trying to discover how to hide these things from everyone else, and while doing that driving myself on the brink of insanity.

You see, the human mind is much like a computer- bare with me here as I explain.

We have set behaviors that we follow like puppets and when we step outside of those foundational philosophies we become full of awe, guilt, excitement, or any of the more powerful emotions.

So, as a relative to the "computer" we must make adjustments, search for "drivers", accumulate knowledge so to better preserve ourselves against such mental intrusions in the future. This is why mankind shouldn't see what I have seen.

Knowing what lies behind every broken door, every sewer grate, in every cavern, in every closet, or underneath your own bed isn't something that most people wish to be aware of.

I became aware of it and only wanted to hide the world for it.

Now I realize the only way to hide you from it is to let you know its there and to beg that even the bravest of you do not go looking for it. You might not make it out alive.